Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (fifty grand)
Okay, fifty, yeah, ha
Yeah-yeah, big stepper, I'm a big stepper (yeah, yeah)
I just walked in with my C's and we in Margiela (we in Margiela)
Every city I be in, I know the bank tellers (I know the bank tellers)
**** frontin' on the 'Gram, act like they ain't jealous (ha)
**** clownin' on six-nine, act like they ain't tellin' (ha)
Tell this bitch get out my face, no, you ain't special (no)
Thirty hanging out, my Glock look like a tape measure (blatt)
SVJ, in autumn orange, yeah, the paint special
She ain't tryna fuck Lil Wick, then she must hate pleasure
You be smokin' on bullshit, man
You must hate pressure (you must hate pressure)
I don't never take no L
I just take straight lessons (take straight lessons)
Me and Slay just walked in Fifths
Yeah, we some great dressers (we some great dressers)
Pray to God, thank Him for everything
He stay blessin' (He stay blessin')
Ain't no lackin', man you know Kan just went
And got eight got eight weapons (and got eight weapons)
All that talkin' out your neck gon' get your face severed (face severed)
Finna go and cop this Gallardo for like 87 (for like 87)
This bitch all up in my phone
You know I hate questions (you know I hate questions)
I been workin' day and night, man, this my eighth session
Greenlight help me shoot like Allen on them '08 Celtics (yeah)
She like, "What's the name of your denim?" This '08 Helmut (whoa, whoa)
Just for a minute, she gon' fuck and give great helmet (woah)
But she is not mine if we don't rock the same necklace (no)
**** still rushin' me to drop, please give me a second (a second)
My last drop gotta be in first, no, I can't place second (ha)
I ain't finna do that weird-ass shit, that's all you (that's all you), no
If I got somethin' to say, bitch, I'm gon' call you (I'm gon' call you)
Keep thinkin' you a big dog 'til we turn you to dog food (dog food)
And I see you got you a Glock, but is you gon' use that? (no)
And you say you a real ****, well, you gon' have to prove that
I done got caught with that fire, had felony charges on my back
I don't give a fuck 'bout them charges
I still ride around with two straps (two straps)
Fifty round drum in this bitch
Now you know Wick can't wait to use that (use that)
C39v2 with the folding stock, finna have fun with that
Say you fucked my bitch, that's cap
Fuck it, I'ma let you run with that (let you run)
I'm tired of these lil' **** talkin'
I'm finna end the discussion (yeah)
Ain't satisfied 'til they stop breathin'
My demons got five percent comin' (five percent comin')
These **** too pussy to me, the XD gon' fuck 'em (blatt)
Need your location, call Weiland
Damn, we got you, it's nothin' (it's way too easy, oh yeah)
Finna take my lil' baby to Fifths, we finna go get some Alyx (ha)
And then we flyin' to Miami, and yes, we gon' fuck on the beach (ha)
You get on the beat and eat
I get on the beat and I feast (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, you got a stick too?
Capeesh, well let's see who end up deceased (blatt, oh)
These ****, they love to post me
But that shit ain't worryin' me (no)
Written by: Benjamin C Phillips Jr, Benjamin Phillips, Elliott Onofrio
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